Seth stood frozen in shock that his new housemate had just made that sound. The same one his parents made when they saw every new scar on his arm.
'Ugh, you really do belong in here. Don't you, Seth?' His mother, Abigail, would sneer every time she saw the scars.
"Did he really just do that to you?" The older man, Roman, asked. Seth nodded, dropping to his knees then he sat on the carpet, legs next to his body as he felt tears run down his face.
"That's what my mom used to say to me." Seth whispered. Roman felt his personalities shift until Roman was gone and Randy had came out. Randall was dangerous, lethal even. And he was strong, and dead set once he was angered by someone. If someone made him angry, he would hunt them down and seek vengeance, whether it was for himself, Roman, or a friend like Seth was.
"That bastard! He's gonna be dead and I'm gonna be the one who killed him!" Randy growled, but Seth grabbed his arm, trying to stop him from hurting Dean. He knew Dean hadn't meant to hurt him and he wanted to give him another chance to make things right. But then Roman flung him backwards into the couch and Seth couldn't even react before he hit the wall with a crack as his head slammed against it. Roman suddenly froze, the personalities shifting back until Roman was back and he looked to where Seth was laying against the wall, unconscious.
"Oh, God!" Roman whispered. He rushed to Seth and pulled his friend into his arms, Seth had no blood on him, that was good. He would be okay then. But that didn't make Roman less scared that he would lose him, Seth was smaller and littler than him and Randall had just thrown him full force against a wall when the younger man wasn't ready for it. He was definitely hurt. "Seth? Wake up, please wake up, buddy. Come on. Open your eyes, make a noise, do something to let me know that you're okay." Roman pleaded, putting his hand to Seth's face.
"Roman." Seth whispered. Roman could have started crying in relief that Seth was okay, that he knew his touch already. But that only meant that he was growing too close to him too fast and Roman couldn't let himself hurt Seth again, not when he and Seth were seemingly on their own with Dean so obviously ignoring them. Roman easily picked Seth up in a bridal carry, the two-tone limp against him as he got up and carried Seth upstairs to the younger man's room. He layed Seth down on his bed and Seth gave a groan, reaching his hand out, searching for Roman's own once their contact had ended. Roman gently got him under the blankets and took his searching hand with his own, the other coming to gently rest on his friend's forehead.
"Please, wake up, Seth." Roman pleaded. But Seth's eyes remained closed and his face peaceful. He was sleeping, hopefully. Roman removed his hand from Seth's forehead so he could fold it and put it under his own head, propping his head up so he could watch Seth sleep. The two-tone was surprisingly silent when he slept, making Roman quit his own breathing for a moment just to hear the faint little intake and output of air. Seth was beautiful like this, Roman realized. He felt himself getting lullabied to sleep by Seth's breathing as he focused on it and he let sleep carry him off to follow after Seth into dreams of each other.
A/N: Flashbacks Are Italicized.
PS. Roman's Alternate Personality Is Named Randy Simply Because I Like That Name, Not Because Of Randy Orton. I Do Not Give A Shit About Randall Keith Orton And, No, He Is Not In This Story. Don't Get Your Hopes Up To Soon.
PPS. Dean's A Dick In This Chapter.
PPPs. No, Seth Is NOT Dead, I Can't Kill Off A Main Character In The First Two Chapters! What Kind Of Monster Would Do That To Such A Poor, Defenseless Little Sethie!?